I WAS SICK.
Maybe the King had split me open. I had to go see a Healer. I needed to do something about my body. It was killing me from the inside. My bones were all rattled. My skin felt like it was caked with slimy sweat. My brain was echoing the pounding of my heart. Everything throbbed. Making me clinch to the last bit of strength inside of my body.
The day quickly passed. It was already evening when I came around only to feel like a two days road kill. I moaned incoherently on the pillow. It was hard. The bed felt like the cold hard ground even though the castle’s bed was made out of swan’s freaking feathers and it should be soft like the clouds.
Somewhere in the haze of my pain, I could feel a presence looming over me. The deliriousness made me unaware of who it was. At some point
